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Vienna, March 25, 1927
IX., Berggasse 19
Dear friend,
What work, what accomplishment! It is astonishing and admirable. And, unfortunately, only for Americans, who don't know how to appreciate anything and who never form a lasting impression. And [you] only
saved twice as much as you would have been able to in Budapest; I'm especially sorry for that.
Permit me to complete your travel program after you return; I am counting on a long visit at the Semmering, where we have again rented a place. I gladly grant you your friend Groddeck, but lately he has been doing all too much trickery and nonsense, the “It” has gone to his head.
From Rank one can learn that it is indeed the most profitable thing in the world to be a scoundrel. A villain, not on your life, that could bring one punishment; but scoundrelness [Lumperei] is not dangerous. His wife visited me and indicates that she is seeing her way through the situation without being happy in it. She said: If one has undertaken to be a horse, etc.
Anna was in Berlin for two days to give a lecture,1 and was well liked, according to the general view. She is working really well, but fanatical, like all women, and she makes herself much too tired.
The question of lay analysis will continue very much to disquiet the analytic circles and won't find a solution at the Congress. I remain firm in my conviction.
If you want personal news from me that you don't need to tell the savages over there about, then listen. My new prosthesis, although not ideal, is certainly a great improvement and makes my existence much easier. My desire for production finally seems to be extinguished, but the five analyses are going easily for me; I am pleased about the many things that are being confirmed and the individual things that can be recognized as being new. I am becoming more and more secure in technique, and I recognize the wrong paths more clearly. My doctors—for Lajos is also blowing this horn—demand that I again go to the sanatorium for a few weeks